Serpentine, draconic, vulpine, Etiel blends traits of all those into herself. Her long colorlessly dark body sweeps back from a pointed snout, the head frilled with a mane of almost quill-still hairs swept back. Onward from this, her body sweeps in a loose, almost oozing manner. Smallish breasts sheathed in a white stain wraparound. Limbs shifting stances as she walks, bipedal and quadrupedal. A long continuation of her body into her tail, neither claddings for her nethers nor any nethers to clad to be seen. Her eyes gleam with an eerie cold blue light.
Shapeless, formless, Etiel has nothing distinct except a oozing pool of black liquid rubberstuff. Pure Magic Mirror, pure Strangevirus. Now and then, a eerie cold blue light shines in her depths, will'o'wisps, faerie fires, drowned spirits' lights.
A bizarre presence only visible by the deformations it forms in the light passing through it. Etiel is a vague discoloration in the air. Colored vacuum formed by what would seem to more exotic senses a /negative/ mass, with negative gravity repelling all matter including air. This negative gravity forms a fairly noticable blue shift on the light filtering through it.
She has now settled fully into the third pyramid in the Data Exchange complex. She is seeking tenants or other utility for empty and unused rooms withim her pyramid.